Feint Whispers Chapter #6: A Modest Proposal

[KaintheSeeker]

"Sherriff, it was quite kind of you in the past days. I hope that we will again be able to talk and I hope I might even be able to see you again." shakes his hand before mounting up.

As she slips into the saddle she looks over to Lady Ebonblade. "Kyrie.. why are you grinning, I fail to see anything remotely amusing about this situation." (spoken quietly so that only the castellan hear her)

 

[Mirth]

The Sheriff, fully armored, hands a parchment to Tarowyn, "This should get you through the hills..."

"My thanks, Sheriff," Tarowyn says as he takes the map and secrets it away. Turning to the rest of the group, the elf says, "Let's not tarry."

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho nods, getting atop Saladin, and moving to the front of the party, "Tarowyn lead the way, Norri and Bhartus should bring up the rear, and Whitney stick to the middle, if Lady Ebonblade is to join us, then she will flank you, you know her best as it is."

Jericho nods to Tarowyn.

 

[Krug]

Bhartus takes his place at the rear. He's eager to get going.
"And keep your hands where I can see them," he says to Norri.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Originally posted by Krug
"And keep your hands where I can see them," he says to Norri.

Norri smiles and rolls his eyes.

"Again I must insist that you need not worry, these hands are reserved for those who deserve them," he says, holding them up in clear view, "I wouldn't even think of taking any of my friends' things. Anyway, what would I do with a warhammer?"

 

[Mirth]

OOC: el BUMParino

 

[jasamcarl]

The Lady Ebonblade trots her horse next to Whitney, "It's just that this bears such a striking resemblance to old times. How little things change," she looks up and down Whitney's well formed body, ". Well, most things."

The party sets out. The wagon team, hauling bags full of what sounds like valuable things creep forward. The morning fog retreats from the Sun's noon intensity, as the terrain grows increasingly rugged and barren. By the time the group breaks from the southern end of the pass and bears east into the foothills, the speed of horse and wagon is already reduced by the steep rises and difficult descents posed by the hills.

By two ours past noon, the party has ascended what seems to be the steepest hill yet.

Tarowyn, Norri, Whitney: You each see at the bottom of the hill on the opposite side from which you ascended two yellow-skinned ogres, brandishing their large clubs, beginning the move up the steep slope towards you. Only one appears to have caught sight of the party. The downward slope is about 120ft and the party has the high ground. [ooc: the three of you can each take a partial action.]

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Ogres!" Norri calls to the others as he unshoulders his crossbow and prepares to fire on them as soon as possible.

 

[Mirth]

Tarowyn: You see at the bottom of the hill on the opposite side from which you ascended two yellow-skinned ogres, brandishing their large clubs, beginning the move up the steep slope towards you. Only one appears to have caught sight of the party. The downward slope is about 120ft and the party has the high ground. [ooc: you can take a partial action.]

"Take cover!" Tarowyn says as he kneels down and draws back his bowstring, preparing to pepper both ogres with his arrows. At least we're uphill from them...

 

[KaintheSeeker]

The Lady Ebonblade trots her horse next to Whitney, "It's just that this bears such a striking resemblance to old times. How little things change," she looks up and down Whitney's well formed body, ". Well, most things."

"And what do you mean by that Kyrie?" Whitney asks quietly as she shifts uncortablely at the look. "You'd think I was one of your prized mares with a look like that."

The party sets out. The wagon team, hauling bags full of what sounds like valuable things creep forward. The morning fog retreats from the Sun's noon intensity, as the terrain grows increasingly rugged and barren. By the time the group breaks from the southern end of the pass and bears east into the foothills, the speed of horse and wagon is already reduced by the steep rises and difficult descents posed by the hills.

By two ours past noon, the party has ascended what seems to be the steepest hill yet.

Tarowyn, Norri, Whitney: You each see at the bottom of the hill on the opposite side from which you ascended two yellow-skinned ogres, brandishing their large clubs, beginning the move up the steep slope towards you. Only one appears to have caught sight of the party. The downward slope is about 120ft and the party has the high ground. [ooc: the three of you can each take a partial action.]

Whitney pulls a scroll from her hip making ready to cast it when she can. "I'm going to entangle them with magics, everyone make ready to cast missiles at them.